Dragoncrest Cliffs take it in your heart now

He raised a good point and Wildfire licked her lips, glancing thoughtfully between him and the den's mouth. After a moment of deliberation, she carefully pushed onto her feet and hopped down beside him, then poked his shoulder with her nose and indicated that they could move closer to the burrow he shared with Portia and their children. They could easily keep an eye on her sleeping puppies from there.

Once settled onto her haunches in the shade beside the Fisa's whelping den, Wildfire said, "Things are going well. I struggled a bit with things for a while there." She needn't get into the nitty gritty details. Her pack mates didn't need to know about her post-partum depression. They did know about Phoenix's death, which was as good an explanation as any. "But we're on an upswing now. The sunshine is helping," she murmured, thinking of the lingering warmth on her back even now that they were in the shade.

She had been staring vaguely at the fallen log while speaking but now she slanted her smudged face toward Dio. "What's been keeping you busy—pack business or mostly just fatherly duties?"